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Nov 2013
Now this time is yours and mine
and it slips past
faster than a lightning bolt
what was is not at last
and what is, is, Is.

But now all that time as past.

Did I say that
That Time Slips
I forget at last.

What was it that pAST.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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     Marian, Timothy, --- and Paul Hardwick
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